A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Waking up

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D base (undisclosed location in New York)

---Sam---

PAIN. This is about the only thought my brain can seem to register as I wake up. Everything's so blurry and confusing. I can't think. ...I'm afraid. I try to sit up to take a look around and get my bearings, but my arms are being held down. I turn my head and look confusedly at my wrists. They're restrained.

I'm filled with intense fear the only reason I get strapped down like this is because they're going to hurt me but this room... it looks different. I don't think I've been here before. Suddenly it comes back to me I was in a fight. I usually wouldn't dare fight back but there was something different this time.

The number of weapons they had and how they were shouting and flooding the room around me... that had never happened before. Something in me just snapped at that. I couldn't take a new form of torment! I just couldn't take it! I'd been good doing everything they wanted so either they cruelly decided to punish me for nothing or another party entirely was responsible... who did I fight?

I don't know but clearly they took me somewhere when I blacked out. I focus and eventually get a grip on the pain. My time enduring what can only be properly described as hell on Earth has made me incredibly good at handling pain. My pain tolerance was high even before they took me, but now things that would make a full-grown man cry out expletives in their pain merely make me whimper.

With the pain now somewhat under control my vision becomes less blurry and I inspect the restraints on my wrists they are made from leather straps. Not the most secure of materials... fuck it. I painfully wrench my wrists from the restraints they tear my skin a bit, but the pain isn't my main concern right now. I have to leave.

I sit up my muscles scream in pain and a sudden wave of vertigo hits me, it doesn't matter everything will get so much worse if I don't move. I shiver wondering who has me now and what they will do to me whatever the case it won't be good... I need to leave. I wrench the restraints from my feet then look around. I see a door. It's going to be locked I know this, but I have to try anyway.

Despite my fear me fighting back has reignited something I thought had died... I'm not giving up, not again, NEVER again. I push myself off of the bed into a standing position and feel a sudden sharp pain in my leg. I'm bleeding. 'Shit, I must have opened stiches.' The wound is on my inner thigh. 'Not good.' I take another step and fall the room is spinning, and I can feel the blood pouring from the wound.